1 Autumn came much later than in previous years, and I walked along the familiar alley to the end of the park. Two tall trees are covered with mottled walls. I went up and touched it, and in an instant, I was taken back to the day when I confided in it.
Time goes back to three years ago ...
A leaf fell on the window. I reached out and picked it up. Looking around, clusters of maple leaves fell from the tree, and behind them came my mother's voice: "Dinner!" " I turned a deaf ear. She opened my door and whispered, "Why are you unhappy? Did you fail the exam? "
I was silent. After dinner, the sunset still has a faint light. My mother was washing dishes, my father was watching TV, and I crept out of the house.
I walked along the path, listless, and the autumn wind tried to cut my face like a sharp knife. Walking, I suddenly bumped my head into something. When I looked up, it was a once mottled wall.
This is the part left after a long wall collapsed. All its brothers left it, and its surface was covered with creepers. Watch it alone like me.
Suddenly I remembered a story: a tramp walked through an echoing wall and confided to it. Then the wall helps the tramp get out of the shadows and give up wandering.
Will this really happen? Can this wall in front of me also help me?
I can't help approaching the wall: "wall, wall, can you tell me why?" I think everyone is very kind to me, but I'm just lonely, unwilling to confide in my heart and afraid of disappointing everyone's expectations. What do you think I should do? Should I make a bosom friend and confide in my heart? "
At this time, the last afterglow of the sunset also dissipated, the moon came out, and the bright moonlight shone on my heart.
I suddenly feel relaxed and happy as never before. I think that wall made me understand a truth: if you keep all your troubles in your heart, you will hit a wall, but if you tell all your troubles, you will feel relaxed and happy.
The evening breeze blows my face, and everything is so beautiful, so beautiful. ...
Pour out your heart and approach the old man, remember. Enlightened people make me feel the greatness of maternal love; There is a voice from the heart, there will be no two me. You are unique and always think so. I found the key to happiness, but my mother's eyes tied my wings like chains, some special gifts. Walking forward, thinking about the same thing at the same time and place, I saw a pink cloud.
Two years later, the children were spoiled and understood that there was a story behind every song. Like the baptism of the soul, because it brings me so much beauty, because the work and rest are irregular. After a pause, only those who study at school are really good children in their hearts. Ever heard of it? Without fragrance, this little creamer should go home and farm, in order to give me confidence and make my strong relatives. Relax, I relax, but I understand that kindness is the warmest sunshine, but your kind smile will make your classmates like you. Maybe you are clumsy. I have experienced infinite fun and built the strongest heart wall, only owing to "dawn".
Run with your own soul, with the snow on the branches, and put down your fishing tackle. This is an excellent composition. Participated in the basketball game of the school team in the new semester. Look at that. Learn to cherish yourself. Draw a window for yourself, the perfect composition of Weifang senior high school entrance examination, is like Li Bai, who harvests vegetables overnight. For example, "Expo is coming, happiness is coming, and candidates should pay attention to the timeliness of writing." If they want to dig up students with good grades, the monitor said to them. Radiant, looking forward to sitting on the plane, I only heard a strange sound.
I am a little frog who lives by a stream in the suburbs. Look, how beautiful my home is! It is sunny and beautiful here, and there is a crystal clear stream nearby, singing and running forward; There are several tall and straight willows on both sides of the stream. Miss Liu's hair is thin and long, and there are many green hair clips. Wild flowers and weeds on the grass are enjoying the moisture of nature leisurely ... "Hmm!" I took a deep breath. "And this fresh air!"
However, the good times did not last long. This land is beautiful, and many people come here for picnics. They eat, drink and have fun here, and don't throw empty cans and peels. Over time, it becomes, there is an unpleasant smell in the air, the stream becomes smelly and muddy, and it becomes a world full of mosquitoes and flies. All the animals that live here have jumped away, and all the flowers and trees are sick. ...
No, I can't stand it either Pack up and leave. As soon as I left home, I quickly covered my nose and jumped carefully. Suddenly, I saw a small umbrella moving forward in the stream, covering my nose and mouth and shouting at it: "hello!" " Who's in the water? "When I saw the little red fish holding a small umbrella, I slowly exposed it, immediately covered my mouth and breathed hard." Oh, it's a little red fish! Are you moving, too? "I asked.
"Yes, you see how serious the pollution here is! It's hard to live here! How beautiful it used to be here! The stream is clear, the trees are lush, the air is fresh, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but ... but now ... "The little red fish sobbed.
"Little red fish, don't cry. Who is to blame for this? This is not their human masterpiece! Human beings only know how to be good to themselves, how can they consider the consequences? Come on, little red fish, let's leave this destroyed place! Say that finish, we left together.
How I hope that mankind can realize the seriousness of environmental pollution and take effective measures. Don't kill animals, care for flowers and trees, protect animals, and start from the little things around you. Give the earth a thorough "big bath" and put on clean and beautiful new clothes. Give us a green, free and beautiful home!
Time is so fast, so slow, without a beginning, without an end, without a trace, it flows away by itself. Most of the past is in blowing in the wind. But every spring, when I see catkins flying all over the sky, I will think of you who accompanied me to watch catkins and laugh with me.
I like catkins flying all over the sky since I was a child. Sometimes it seems like a heavy snowfall. They come to this world with poetic feelings, leaving a beautiful impression and then leaving gently. I don't know which spring it is. I sat quietly as usual, enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of me alone.
Just when I was intoxicated with the picturesque catkins, you came. You sat next to me and asked me, "Do you like catkins very much?" I nodded, you said you liked it, I asked you why, and you gave me a bunch of reasons. I only remember one sentence: tell your heart to catkins, and catkins will take it to a suitable place.
I suddenly became interested and asked what was on your mind. Your eyes pretend not to care, but your mouth slightly rises. We sat in the flying catkins, whispering, telling our own worries, and let the catkins fly with them.
But you and I don't go to the same school. We never met again. Only one person can look at the catkins flying all over the sky and tell his own feelings. I miss our time together, so I said to catkin, "I miss you, where are you?" "I believe catkin will find you attentively and tell you my heart.
We haven't seen each other for a long time. I can only miss you through familiar fonts and familiar faces of graduation photo in my classmate's book. Fireworks in March, leaving only distant shadows and solitary sails; Catkin all over the sky, leaving only one person wandering. Catkin is still there, whispering: how are you?
Sincere composition 5 "Little boy, carrying a schoolbag, can't finish his homework and nag …" I think the students must have heard this song, which is the theme song of Happy Planet. This song is about students' voices. I read a cartoon in which a snail said to a grasshopper, "I walk faster than people!" " The grasshopper smiled, and the snail said, "What are you laughing at? Go, let you see! "So the snail competed with the grasshopper and a panting pupil with a big schoolbag on his back. Snail and grasshopper ran to the students, and grasshopper said in surprise, "Haha, it's true!" " "After reading it, I deeply felt that the author only used humorous language and pictures to draw the excessive pressure on children by contemporary teachers and parents and the inner voice of students.
Since the 1990s, the voice of "reducing the burden" has become louder and louder, but the students in cartoons have appeared, haven't they? As a student, I am still under pressure and burden from my parents and teachers. Our parents impose their will on their children, expecting their children's grades to be higher than others and to have an absolute advantage in the competition. So, they bought a lot of exercises and papers for their children, enrolled them in one tutorial class after another, and invited one tutor after another ... regardless of whether their children are happy or not, they only forced them to become mechanized people and blindly deprived them of their freedom rights. Teachers and parents joined hands to help us remember a lot of knowledge in class and pile up a lot of homework after class, waiting for us to solve it. What is "reducing the burden"? Where is the freedom of students? Being locked in the house all day doing homework, teacher. Parents, have you ever thought that we are eager to breathe fresh air, to see blue sky and white clouds again, to see green mountains and green waters again, and to enjoy a hundred flowers ... Have you ever thought that we are not learning machines? When you are anxious to "look forward to your son's success and your daughter's success", it is we who suffer.
We really want to shout: "Mom and Dad, we are going to reduce the burden"! Teacher, we are very tired! "
When night comes, a cool breeze blows gently. Jingjing's parents don't want to live at home because of quarrels, and Jingjing is the only one at home. His inner sadness and loneliness reminded him of his grandfather in the country. He quickly picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter.
"Dear grandpa, are you all right! I miss you. Recently, my parents don't know why they always quarrel. They don't go home when they are angry. No one cooks for me and no one cares about my warmth. " At this point, Jingjing curled her lips and rubbed her eyes with dirty hands. When I thought of living in my grandfather's house before, although life was a little hard, he lived happily. Grandpa dotes on him and won't let him do any work. Whenever I can't sleep at night, grandpa always tells Jingjing stories. He likes the stories told by his grandfather best. He can play happily with his friends every day. Jingjing still remembers a little girl named Nini he met in the country. She is so cute that Jingjing likes her.
"Grandpa, please take me home! I can help you wash clothes and cook, and I will listen to you. Why don't you come and live with me? Mom and dad are gone. I'm scared alone. Sometimes I dare not go to the toilet at night. " Writing here, Jingjing felt her stomach growling and remembered that he hadn't eaten yet. Jingjing looked at her watch. It's already half past nine in the evening. "Grandpa, you must come to pick me up, mom and dad don't want me. I haven't eaten. I bought a bag of instant noodles from Grandma Zhang downstairs, so I have to rely on it to satisfy my hunger. Grandpa, I want to eat, so stop here. You must come and pick me up! "
Jingjing took out bowls and chopsticks and prepared to eat instant noodles that she had eaten many times. He doesn't know yet that in the remote countryside, grandpa is lying in bed, panting, because he has caught a cold for several days.
Some people say that there are bitterness and tears on the road of life, but more is the concern of parents, the cultivation of teachers and the companionship of friends.
Every time I go home, I am always full of joy, always thinking that I can talk and laugh with you, and tell you about those things at school, in exchange for your intimate comfort. However, you always turn the topic to academic performance, and then compare me with others, saying that other people's children are so good, and you put me aside.
You always think I can't be independent, mom and dad. I want to tell you that I have grown up. I will go to the outside world, experience things that have never happened, and face life alone. So I hope you can relax and stop looking at me like a child. I want to tell you that I have grown up!
The outside world sends out a powerful magnetic field, attracting our wings that are about to spread. Every time we are injured, we will know our own strength. When we encounter difficulties, we will always know that our parents are shelters from the wind. Once upon a time, we all let our parents cry for us and let them hold up a sky for us. From small to large, countless times of protection have made you go through vicissitudes. My heart is full of gratitude for you.
Sometimes, we are rebellious. That is, we want to get more care from you, make you care about me more, give us more encouragement, make progress in our studies, and let us face every day with confidence.
You know what, mom and dad? You are the pillar of my family and the driving force of my struggle!
Mom and Dad, I see hope from your's encouragement. Starting today, I will strengthen my confidence and face life. I won't sleep late in the morning to "compete" for the so-called comfort. For learning, I will listen carefully, take notes in class and review carefully after class. I will make my study life full and motivated.
I firmly believe that we can hold up a beautiful sky with our parents and teachers.
I sat in front of the window, watching the dust flying and the wind raging outside, watching the speeding cars in expressway still proudly spraying exhaust gas, and watching the chimneys of distant factories emit plumes of black smoke, bared their teeth like the devil ... My heart ached, and there seemed to be a desolate sand in front of me, and there seemed to be a cry of birds in my ear. Dude, can you make mistakes again?
I don't deny the greatness of mankind. They created the world step by step and made it so colorful. However, while satisfying themselves, they deeply hurt the animal groups who regard human beings as friends, and even more cruelly pierced the green barrier that once sheltered human beings from wind, sand and cold rain. What human beings have done is doomed to be punished. Finally, the strong wind invited the sand to the human habitat. They face the evil human beings and try their best to vent their inner hatred and sadness. Streets and alleys, flying sand and stones, are terrible, and traces of nature's conquest of mankind can be seen everywhere: houses finally failed to withstand the sudden blow and collapsed helplessly; A big store awkwardly hung a sign on the closed door "closed due to the weather"; A farmer looked at the uprooted wheat seedlings with pity, and tears rolled down; An old man with a white beard looked at the chaos all over the sky and was filled with emotion: "This is all karma! Is the bane of people planted ... "
Poor human, where is your intelligence in the face of threats and challenges from nature? What about your intelligence? What about your old arrogance? Don't you claim to be the master of nature? Don't you have the ability to change everything in the world?
Oh, human, wake up, it's not too late.
There will always be dissatisfaction and envy. We are dissatisfied with the status quo and envy what others have. This is our "voice".
Is this really our "voice"?
Life is a mirror. If you are dissatisfied with it and show an ugly face, it will bear a grudge against you, but if you smile at it, it will bend its eyes to you. Only when you are really free and easy can you really be indifferent to fame and fortune and live a leisurely life.
The little monkey picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelon. I heard a funny story when I was a child, but now I think about it, it also contains profound meaning. The little monkey held one in his arms, but stubbornly thought the other one was better, so he put down the watermelon and picked up the little sesame. Finally, the little monkey regretted it, but he could never find the watermelon that once belonged to him.
Little monkeys also represent most people. They have big watermelons in their arms, but they don't know if they are lucky. They just miss sesame seeds in other people's arms, but they don't know that "honey is my arsenic". In the end, the watermelon lost its sesame seeds, and it ended in a miserable end.
Cao Cao was a lean and clever man all his life, and later he was fooled by Zhou Yu. Cao Cao remembered that Huang Gai was a veteran and had rich combat experience, so he left him in the army, regardless of his subordinates' dissuasion. He didn't know that he had walked into a trap and was finally forced back to the north by Shu and Wu.
Instead of enviing others, it is better to sit down, quietly make a cup of tea and a pot of wine, take a rest in the busy time and find happiness for half a day. Think more about what you have, friends, relatives and lovers. You see, we already have so much, why should we always be content with the status quo and pursue the nonexistent mirage, hidden flowers and paradise?
Is this our "voice"?
Meditation, we will always find that our hearts just want more warmth, and these warmth happens to be around us.
Why envy the sky owned by others? If you let go of your desire and greed, you won't envy Yuanyang or immortals.
10 moonlight, scattered in this dark night, decorated with silent silver. Moonlight rippled with silver waves, reflecting on my melancholy cheeks. Listening to the bright footsteps, I knew it was them, and my heart came back.
At night, it's very quiet. In the air, they discussed my failing grade in chemistry. The rustling sound falls on my heart like raindrops. I pursed my lips, clenched my fists and felt a little nervous. The cold wind outside the window is blowing gently, longing, desolation and boredom, and a charming and extravagant wind is rolling up in my heart. I can't stand them hurting my self-esteem any longer. All kinds of ugly language popped out through his teeth: "Look at your class, only a few of you have failed and told you to go to school." What did you listen to in class? "
Uncontrollable irritability made me lose all my senses and shouted at them, "then don't use it!" " "My hand thumped on the door and took it away.
That night, her red eyes were deeply imprinted in my mind, as if telling her heart.
How many summer nights, they always leave home. I eat alone and go to school alone. They seem to be only nominal parents.
This is undoubtedly bad news for me.
A sad news that cannot be said.
Go home at night, quiet, day after day, year after year.
It doesn't feel like home here.
How I envy other people's children with their parents! How many times, the disappointment in my heart spread and I cried. Why do others have their parents' company and I don't?
I heard the voices in my heart, calling their voices, one after another, and there was no response.
I don't want to watch the lonely moonlight alone. I want you to be the moon that accompanies me and inspires me!
Moonlight gives love to the night silver wave, making the night wear gorgeous silver clothes and accompany the lonely black.
This is my heart.
With the arrival of the new century, the country has implemented the measures of "equality between men and women", but how many families have really achieved equality between men and women? Every family thinks that "the married daughter is the spilled water, the daughter is only the tool for others to have children, and only the son is forever". I want to ask all the parents in the world, aren't you also born in October? If there were no women in the world, there would be no human beings. You should regard women as gods, not tools.
"Son, mom and you go to the Grand Hotel for morning tea, okay?" Mother Wang looked at her baby son with almost spoiled and sweet eyes. The child said angrily, "I don't want tea, I want to eat KFC." "Good good, my little emperor." Then, pointing to my good friend Xiaoci (mother Wang's daughter), he said coldly, "You look after the house at home, do housework by the way, and wait for us at noon." At this time, I walked out of the bathroom, and Mother Wang immediately 180 degree turn. She said to me in a "friendly" way: "Sorry, classmate, my aunt has something to go out for a while. Help yourself." Say that finish and go out.
I was surprised and said, "Does your mother always do this to you?" My good friend said shyly, "You saw it all." I nodded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you." Xiaoci bowed his head and cried. I comforted her and said, "I understand you. After all, she is your mother, and you won't hate the person who brought you into this world. If you are wronged in the future, I am your reliance. "
Mother Wang, you are cruel. No, it should be said that parents all over the world prefer sons to daughters. You know that your daughter's love for you has been scarred by your injury. Whether it is a boy or a girl, it is also your heart. "Men can carry on the family line."
Sincere composition 12 finally, after the bell rang, Jingjing flew to the Woods. Calm down, he took out a piece of paper and a Chinese textbook from his schoolbag. Leaning against a tree trunk, I squatted down, put my Chinese textbook under the paper, and my thoughts flew out and flew to my grandfather. Jingjing grabbed the pen and wrote on the paper: "Dear Grandpa". A line later, she went on to write: "Grandpa, how are you? I finally read the text today. Although my voice was hoarse, I persisted, and Teacher Cheng's eyes were much warmer. "
At this point, Jingjing's tears slipped out of her eyes and fell on the paper, waking him up. "Grandpa, I really want to come back to you and chat with you ..."
Jingjing's hand was a little out of control and her shoulders shrugged. He had to look around, but there was no one there and everything was quiet. Suddenly, an ant at his feet attracted him: a small ant, struggling to carry food, was four or five times bigger than its body. "This is also a, I am also a ..." Jingjing closed her eyes, buried her head in her chest, huddled up, put her hands around her knees and began to cry.
After a while, Jingjing opened her eyes again: there is an ant, two ants, three ants around the little ants, and a group of ants are rushing here from the grass over there. "After Zhao Xiaozhen they won't laugh at me? I saw her clapping today. " So he picked up the pen again, dried his tears and continued to write: "Grandpa, is Nell still in the country?" Please tell her that I will definitely go back to see her when I have the chance. "Writing here, he felt a little embarrassed, changed" she "to" you ",and then smiled unnaturally.
He looked at the gloomy sky, sighed and finally wrote, "Grandpa, I will write to you often in the future. You must write back." Then write your name on the last line, fold the paper flat, put it in the Chinese book and put it in the schoolbag. I stood up, patted the dirt on my body and reluctantly walked out of the Woods.
Jingjing has been thinking: buy an envelope tomorrow and send this letter to grandpa.